Chapter 135: Using Wood from Wood as Wick

Xu Changze called Lu Mengqing and stopped. He then changed the subject and said that he just wanted to invite Lu Mengqing to have tea with him.

The gossip and intention to sow discord behind people's backs are obvious. It is better to be clear than to expose it. He just said, "Since you two are busy, I will leave first. Master Lu."

Lu Mengqing: "Hmm?"

"The Qingji Sect has recently been promoting process-based office work, and Master Lu can also absorb some of its advanced experience."

Ning Mingmei left some kind advice and left with Lu Mengqing's confusion and Xu Changze's green expression.

And head straight to Qizhen Peak.

The mad disciple was locked in the medical room, and the injured Wen Siheng and Duan Ying had to be sent to Qizhen Peak. Ning Mingmei saw from a distance that the two of them were lying on two hospital beds, surrounded by other disciples.

Their expressions were identically reserved, and their body language was identically stiff.

Ning Mingmei drove the disciples who were watching out of the room. Most of these disciples are from Piaomiao Peak. In addition, there were even a few people from Baiyun Peak, standing by with their hands and feet restrained. After seeing Ning Mingmei, several disciples from Baiyun Peak lowered their heads in embarrassment.

Ning Mingmei did not interact with them. He turned around and saw Wen Siheng and Duan Ying talking in low voices inside the tent.

Without the crowd watching, the two equally introverted and reserved people actually spoke to each other.

Wen Siheng said, "I'm sorry."

"It's not like you're doing me wrong." said Duan Ying who was lying next to him.

The wind blew across Duan Ying's eyes. Wen Siheng seemed to see that her eyes were red.

The right hands of the two girls and boys, who were in very different situations, were equally covered in blood. They had very different reasons for not wanting to lose, but they were thinking very different yet similar things. After saying this, they stared blankly at the top of the tent, and finally, they laughed together.

Ning Mingmei was watching them outside the tent, and he knew he didn't have to worry anymore.

"Take good care of your injuries." Ning Mingmei pushed Wen Siheng, who was struggling to sit up, back onto the bed, "Can't you move your right hand?"

"The doctor said that it will take a month of rest to fully recover." said Ren Miao who followed in.

Ren Miao is the youngest disciple of Piaomiao Peak, but despite her young age, she is like a little adult and arranged everything in an orderly manner after Wen Siheng was sent away for treatment.

Ning Mingmei then said, "Well, it looks like we need to ask Yinbing Pavilion's Fu Xiu to quickly develop a voice input system."

Isn't it a very normal thing to suddenly give programmers urgent tasks?

Ren Miao:?

"Master... I'm sorry." Wen Siheng stammered, "I just..."

Contradict Elder Fang.

He even took the initiative to compare himself with Duan Yingkai.

Master, have you...ever been troubled by Elder Fang?

A warm palm pressed on Wen Siheng's head.

"You have upheld the dignity of Piao Miao Peak. Well done, Wen Siheng." Ning Mingmei said. His posture was unusually awkward, and others could hardly notice it. "Save the time you spend thinking of your speech."

Wen Siheng: "But I..."

Ning Mingmei: "Have you finished the library index? Have you finished your own project? Even if you are injured, you can't fall behind in your studies. Wen Siheng! If you delay the progress, you will be left far behind by other disciples."

…

It’s still the same Ning Mingmei.

"Find a way to complete the task on time." Ning Mingmei said, "After all, starting next year, you will have to go to several B-level secret realms for training."

Class B Secret Realm...

Wen Siheng: "Wait, Master...?"

Ning Mingmei folded his hands and did not answer.

It is said that young people’s spirit is the most shallow and subjective.

But when people live in this world, what they rely on most is just their breath.

Duan Ying was lying on the bed next to her. While the two were talking, she looked straight at the top of the tent, as if trying her best to act as if she "didn't care", except that her left hand was slightly clenched.

Just holding on.

After all... no one would come to see her.

But Ning Mingmei suddenly said, "Duan Ying."

The girl shuddered. She said, "Elder Ning."

Do you want to apologize?

Want to take the initiative... to commit?

Duan Ying's personality made it difficult for her to take the initiative to speak up. Perhaps other disciples would naturally open their mouths to beg for mercy. But Duan Ying's mind was blank.

She didn't know what to say appropriately, and her words would only lead to more ridicule. Just like in the past, she could only rely on pretended indifference to maintain her dignity despite being ridiculed for her appearance.

Ning Mingmei said: "I know there was a female cultivator named Lian Tingyu. Her appearance was ruined by her family, but she is still a legend in the world of immortal cultivation. She is the mother of Master Qi, but I would rather you remember her name, Lian Tingyu."

Duan Ying was speechless: "...Yes."

Every generation has its own legends. Just like the previous generation, there was Lian Tingyu.

In this generation, there will also be Duan Ying.

"Wen Siheng has his mission to do, but his right hand is injured now, so it may be difficult for him to take care of both." Ning Mingmei said, "What do you think..."

"How about you come and help?"

Duan Ying said without hesitation: "Okay."

Just one short word made her feel relieved of the heavy burden on her heart.

Some people live in the shadows, but they are like hidden charcoal fires. With just one word from Wen Siheng, she would have a little courage, ignite herself, and risk her life.

And now, Ning Mingmei said another sentence to her.

Ning Mingmei was about to leave the tent when he heard Wen Siheng's words from behind.

"Master." He tried to hold himself up, "I won this time, Master will..."

Are you proud of me?

The disciples' voices reporting the news were heard outside the tent.

"Old Five wins!"

"Second Brother won, First Brother won, Fifth Brother also won, three wins in a row, my God!"

"But even though the eldest brother won, his next match..." someone said worriedly.

Wen Siheng looked at the figure at the entrance of the tent. The man was thin, slender, and not strong. He had his back to him, but there was light on his back.

"What do you think?"

The man waved his hand and left the tent before Wen Siheng's increasingly blurry eyes.

Outside the tent stood Gui Taoran, a disciple of Piaomiao Peak with red eyes, crying next to Zheng Yinshang.

There is also Bai Bugui with a cold expression.

"Master and Senior Brother, don't worry. I'm here at Piaomiao Peak." He looked at the seriously injured young man in the tent and said to Ning Mingmei.

"you?"

"Master." The young man smiled nonchalantly, and seemed to have returned to his usual self. "Don't look at me like this, I'm very strong."

…

The battle between Wen Siheng and Duan Ying led not only to the birth of the Five Constant Virtues in the world of immortal cultivation, but also to Fang Wuyu's going to guard the Cliff of Repentance. It also stirred up the greatest storm in the Book of Non-Thinking.

Countless people discussed the competition and what Wen Siheng said to Fang Wuyu. What's worse, some people began to question the "fairness" in the world of immortal cultivation.

"If the disciple competition is only about what kind of top-grade magic weapon the master can provide to the disciple, then what is the meaning of the competition?"

"You are surprised by what you have seen. Do you think there are only magic weapons? There are differences between monks. Those family spells, those secret manuals that only disciples can practice, those barriers of knowledge are what we, the unconventional monks, cannot overcome."

"In fact, the big sects are relatively good. I heard that some small sects discriminate against those 'first generation cultivators'. They call cultivators from ordinary families 'Ma Xiu', and cultivators from cultivator families 'Pure Cultivators'. In small sects, all cultivation resources are given priority to 'Pure Cultivators', and the so-called 'Ma Xiu' can only eat the leftovers of Pure Cultivators."

But these topics are ultimately too sensitive and too powerless. More monks are concerned with more practical matters.

"Are there no rules restricting the use of lethal weapons in competitions?"

"It didn't exist before, but it exists now. It was Elder Ning who proposed it!"

"Elder Ning is the only elder who truly cares about us!"

"Elder Ning also proposed a plan to unite the sects. I think this plan will be very useful!"

Most of these discussions take place in the Lianshu forum. Although the wind direction was good, considering the relationship between the human world and the fairy world, and the complicated relationship between the high-level officials, Ning Mingmei found five talisman apprentices from his own peak's non-direct disciples.

These five talisman apprentices are usually responsible for testing for the eight developers, learning knowledge, and...

Delete from the non-thinking book some remarks that may lead to extreme events. After all, it is still unclear where the "poison" circulating in the Qingji Sect came from.

Everything must be done gradually and cannot be achieved all at once.

At this moment, Ning Mingmei is most concerned about the most practical things.

"The sales of beverages have increased significantly, and Wen Siheng's votes have soared. Education stores are full of people asking about news related to Wen Siheng. Although the crazy disciples have caused most other disciples to stay at home, Beiqiusuo's newly launched Yamaxun mini program has brought sales to beverages and promoted the group buying business."

"In the next few games, due to the impact of Wen Siheng's incident, Lin Heting and Lao Wu won three games in a row. But the biggest dark horse is Bai Bugui."

Bai Bugui changed his previous lazy and useless attitude and won five games in a row, which shocked everyone.

Is this still the most useless fourth senior brother from Piaomiao Peak? !

So Ning Mingmei won a few more times.

Ning Mingmei arranged the development of the competition souvenirs and planned to visit the back mountain. On the way, he saw Gui Taoran, who was carrying a lot of bags and walking towards Guilin with Zheng Yinshang and Yu Niao.

After trying his best in the competition and witnessing Wen Siheng being seriously injured, this idle dandy boy seemed to have grown up overnight. His competition has ended, and another battlefield belonging to him has just opened. He took his servants to Guilin every day and devoted himself to studying the maintenance techniques of the laurel tree.

Zheng Yinshang and Yu Niao accompanied him.

Ning Mingmei went with them to check on the Guanghan Osmanthus Tree, and was pleasantly surprised to find...

The vine of Tongtian is alive!

The withered vine beside the Guanghan osmanthus tree gradually regained its green color and had now grown several branches. Ning Mingmei thought of the great demon tomb in the north, and the lotus lantern that was gathering dust in the warehouse...

He took some leaves from the vine and decided to go back to the warehouse to experiment.

This was Gui Taoran's first experimental result. Ning Mingmei highly praised it and persuaded him to continue obtaining resources from Minghua Valley. He put down the young man whose face was flushed with excitement, returned to his warehouse, took out the lotus lantern, and entered the secret room under Piaomiao Peak.

He looked at the lotus lantern in his hand.

How is the wick made from wood from the wood of the tree?

Ning Mingmei was looking at the lotus lantern and thinking, but his consciousness suddenly moved.

Someone has triggered the barrier on the back mountain of Piaomiao Peak!